RedDwarf: Just so we start out real honestly: I'm not sorry, also I regret nothing.
WhiteDwarf: Please.
SyndieCyborg: No, no, let him keep talking. I kind of want to know where this is going.
WhiteDwarf: I feel as though even being a bystander may be lethal.
RedDwarf: However you died, it was under my orders.
RedDwarf: I'm no hypocrite, you get caught in my crossfire with the Company and you're entitled to any anger you get about that.
SyndieCyborg: Hmm.
RedDwarf: Once we're both on our feet, you can even take a shot at me, and you know, I won't hold that kind of thing against you.

RedDwarf: You still lawed?
SyndieCyborg: I don't think so. I can't really do anything, so I can't tell.
RedDwarf: I mean, you shouldn't be. Ethically, and all, at least not when there's no desperate emergency stuff.
WhiteDwarf: We left him with a clan of Sourcers nearby.
RedDwarf: Oh, they'll have you jailbroken fast. Those guys are okay.
RedDwarf: So, you wanna take a shot? Five rounds in the ring and get it all out with our fists, maybe go all-in and try to ice me someday?
WhiteDwarf: Hrk.
SyndieCyborg: Are you making fun of me?
RedDwarf: I mean, kinda. You used to work for station security.
SyndieCyborg: Wow, it really is everyone who treats the security department like this.